Holy Post Podcast Novels & Stories

On the night of the full moon, the Northern Wolf Pack held its annual honors ceremony. Alpha Rhys Ashbourne coldly handed out rewards to the elite wolf guards. My coworkers received bonuses. Spirit medicine. Weapons. When it was my turn, he suddenly stopped. “You don’t have enough seniority.” Low laughter spread through the hall. A black gift box was tossed into my arms. “So I prepared something else for you.” I opened the box. Inside lay a wolf fang collar. The floating comments exploded across my vision. 【Holy shit! The Alpha gave away his resonance collar?!】 【That’s basically like putting his manhood around her neck!】 【She doesn’t even know she’s a potential Mate yet!】 【If she touches it once, the Alpha over there is gonna lose his mind...】 I froze for a second. Then instinctively touched the wolf fang. The next second. The Alpha on the high platform stopped breathing. His hand clenched hard around the armrest of the throne. Meanwhile, I was only staring down at the collar in confusion. ...That sensitive? After hesitating for a moment, I obediently fastened the collar around my neck. High above the hall, the man closed his eyes. His throat bobbed slowly.

Jonea lost her parents and twin brother in a significant incident. She was also separated from her mate—Aland Hamilton, who was held captive by the Alpha King. The uncle will sell Jonea to Alpha King, known for hurting his mates. Because Jonea is an unawakened lycan with rare holy blood. According to ancient legends and prophecies, Jonea is believed to be the Red Moon Girl. So many parties want her blood because it can be used to increase their strength. Unfortunately, Jonea didn't have the strength to protect herself and free her mate from the Alpha King's prison. Because the Lycan inside her still couldn't wake up. Finally, Jonea created a contest. She offered herself to anyone who could help her awaken the lycan within her. She will share her sacred blood with the guardian. The contest brings Jonea to the cruel and powerful Lycan King, who wants Jonea to be his wife. Unfortunately, that man is the only one who can awaken the Lycan soul inside Jonea's body. Would Jonea trade her freedom to become the Lycan King's bride? Can Jonea awaken the Lycan within her and get revenge on the Alpha King who tried to frame her? Book 1: Trapped by Four Alphas Book 2: Red Moon Girl: Bride of the Lycan King

Dark Romance! "Forgive me, father. For I'm going to abduct this little sinner." The holy father watched, stunned, as the tall guy yanked the girl out of the confession box and stomped out of there. ~~~ Innessa Laskin is a good girl by all means. She's kind, innocent, and goes to church. Love her parents and sister. She studies hard and aims to be a successful psychologist one day. She is a simple and ordinary girl from a small town who got a scholarship to the top Grand Elite academy. Issac Knight is a mysterious man. The handsome man with cognac brown eyes would soon turn her life upside down. He's mean. Wicked. A deadly underground boxer. What will happen when he accidentally helps her one night? The guy she thought was nice turned out to be far more dangerous. Issac never does anything for free. He'll exploit her, corrupt her in ways she could never imagine. He always does what he wants. Issac isn't the knight she thought he was. He's the sinner her mom used to warn her about. The naive Innessa would be shoved into the world of sinful pleasures. TROPES Forced proximity Fake dating Hates everyone but her Opposites attract Possessive ml Semi-submissive Fl V-card.

Karl's life is being threatened and there is only one way to change that, he has to eat from the tree. It was said that whoever did would turn evil but will also be made strong, strong enough to protect his pack from the people seeking to destroy them. He is the last of the purest Alpha wolf bloodline seen in centuries, he is the one the prophesy was talking about, the one they said would save his pack from their curse. Indeed he had been spoken of since the beginning of time in the holy scriptures, it spoke of a boy who would cry wolf and bring all to their knees. But there is something that is going to hold him back, his mate. He had found her, immediately she had looked into his eyes and asked him where he was going he knew she was the one. When she had touched his fur with fascination, he had known she was the one he was meant to mate with. A wolf only has one mate throughout their lifetime and he had found his until he discovered she was an enemy, daughter to the one who sought to kill him. Her death would bring life to his pack

To end a twenty–year war, she must marry the monster who made her people bleed. To survive him, she’ll have to become something worse. Princess Maris Corvin of Aradal has spent her life blessing soldiers in a holy war against the werewolves of Tharros. When a fragile peace is finally brokered, the price is her hand—and her freedom. Sent to the cliff-carved fortress of Fenrith Keep as bride and hostage to the infamous Werewolf King, Rhael Vargan, Maris expects a barbarian beast. Instead she finds a ruthless, war-broken king, a court ruled by teeth and loyalty, and a bond of blood-and-moon magic that refuses to let her forget she is no longer entirely human… or entirely his enemy. As Maris navigates a brutal new world of pack law, shifting alliances, and howling moons, she uncovers a darker truth: the war was never just between humans and wolves. Something ancient and hungry stirs beneath the ravaged border known as the Wound, and it is feeding on their hatred. With fanatics in her homeland calling for her death and Rhael’s own people divided over their human queen, Maris must decide where her loyalty truly lies. Because if she and Rhael cannot learn to trust the bond that ties them together, the next war won’t just burn their kingdoms. It will wake the Red Warden—and devour them all.

It's Thanksgiving, and I'm waiting for Zeke Jones to come home after cooking up an extravagant meal. When Zeke returns, he doesn't even glance at the meal I've prepared for him. Instead, he proceeds to pack a bag. "I can't celebrate Thanksgiving with you this year," he says. I take another bite of my turkey and say nothing. At the stroke of midnight, Zeke's first love posts a new photo on her social media page. In the photo, she's lying on Zeke's back with a bright smile on her face. The moon outside the window is bright. "Happy to spend Thanksgiving with good company," her caption reads. Instead of hysterically questioning Zeke about the post, I just tap on the "like" button without reacting in any way. Zeke calls me. His voice sounds panicked as he tries to explain himself. "Please don't misinterpret the post. I will definitely spend Thanksgiving with you next year…" I freeze for a few moments, letting out a small laugh. I don't offer him a reply. Next time, he says? Oh, Zeke, I'm afraid there won't be a next time.

In my dormitory, there was a poor student. With all the good intentions in the world, my roommates and I were eager to help her, not realizing how much our help would cost. She wasn't impressed by the hairdryer we offered, insisting on borrowing a branded one instead. The skincare products we gave her? They were applied to her feet. And, as if that wasn't enough, she specifically demanded luxury face cream. One day, I lent her my tablet to look up some information, and to my surprise, she secretly opened up my gaming app, spent all the diamonds and reward tickets I had saved for half a year, and left me empty-handed. When I asked her to pay me back, she turned the tables and posted a public message online, accusing me. "I'm just a poor student from the countryside, never played games before. Are the materials in the game really worth this much?" Before I knew it, the comment section was flooded with criticisms of me. In a fit of frustration, I fired back with a post of my own, throwing her into the spotlight. "Well, I suppose you've never tasted the bitterness of being cyberbullied, have you?"

My CEO husband developed a strange illness. His heart chose me, but his body chose his intern. He would vanish for ten days every month to see his intern for "treatment." “Zoe, the doctor says it’s a physiological dependency. My body chose Molly, but you’re the one I truly love, now and always!” To make me believe him, he swore vicious oaths and even went so far as to hurt himself to prove his love. My eyes burned red, but in the end, I softened. It wasn't until I was late in my pregnancy, when a falling billboard struck me and I miscarried. I called my husband again and again, but he never picked up. Then, moments later, I saw the intern’s post online. The caption wrote: [Unlocked a new identity: Mom. From now on, we’re a happy family of three!] In the photo, my husband looked at her with gentle affection. His hand rested on her belly and her prenatal report clutched in his other hand. That was when I realized the one his heart and body had chosen all along was her. At that moment, I knew our marriage was over.

Most kids want toys, candy, or a new puppy. Pearl Reed wants a dad. And not just any dad—she wants Detective Alex Ramos. Ava Reed is perfectly happy as a single mother. By day, she’s a world-class surgeon, running the most prestigious private hospital in the city. By night, she’s The Godmother, ruling one of the most dangerous mafia syndicates in the country. Saving lives on one end. Taking them on the other. Romance? Not on her agenda. But when her too-clever-for-her-own-good daughter pulls off the matchmaking stunt of the century, Ava finds herself sitting across from a man who is as charming as he is infuriating. Alex never saw it coming. One second, he was working a case. The next? He was being blackmailed by an eight-year-old into dating her mother. One fake date? Fine. One viral post announcing their engagement? Not fine. Being summoned for dinner by an eight-year-old with a five-step plan to make him fall in love with her mom? …Yeah, he’s in trouble. Ava has no interest in love. Alex has no interest in marriage. But Pearl? Pearl has other plans. And when Pearl sets her mind on something, not even a mafia war can stop her.

When my CEO wife, Nina Wynn, learned I voluntarily handed a multimillion-dollar project to her favorite assistant, Zach Channing, she thought her three-month cold treatment finally worked. Beaming, she suddenly suggested we fly to Ivesland for our long-delayed honeymoon. When Zach found out, he became jealous and threatened to quit. Panicked, she spent three days and nights comforting him, then canceled our honeymoon again with the excuse of a business trip, giving him my ticket instead. Later, she casually explained to me, "Romance is trivial. Work comes first. As the boss, I have to prioritize. You’re my husband; you should understand." I looked at Zach’s latest social post, which was a photo of the two of them leaning intimately with their hands forming a heart, and said nothing. I only nod. Thinking I’d become more thoughtful and obedient, she was pleased. She even promised to make it up to me with a more romantic honeymoon when they got back home. However, unbeknownst to her, I’d already resigned. The divorce papers were already signed, and there was no future for us ever again.